Gravedigger Poems - Poems about Gravedigger

...We pass through this world pretending we belong Failing to consider we won’t be here very long Clinging to the illusion we’re in control Yet at the end of our dilution wait’s a graveyard ho......Read the rest...

...“primrose coloured sky grey clouds chase the setting sun… rain kisses scorched earth” by Harry Horsman A beautiful haiku by Harry. I think one of Harry's last, "Woopa Bank,” shows his c......Read the rest...

...Master Poet - This has been how I have been addressing, Harry Horsman - who has been, to the verse world, a blessing; Depth, decorum, delightfulness, and dovish dynamism, Shines and reflects on hi......Read the rest...

...[If you’re a glutton for punishment, you Can find ‘Mad Molly Shaw’ using the poems Tag at top of screen] **** Mad Molly Shaw wasn’t mad anymore But sometimes a name kinda lingers......Read the rest...

...it is the smallest thing on earth smaller than an ant or a louse, smaller than a fungus, so small that when it passes by you can't see it, you can't feel it, because it's the tiniest thing on e......Read the rest...

...yet they thrive. there's no other way: they like the soap opera. subliminal, it opens a hole in their brains. then they sleep lobotomized, to wake up lambs with stale bread in the morning, ha......Read the rest...

...It's the resolution graveyard for those good intentions, cursed, opening hours from New year's day to February first. Here's a pile of treadmills, dumbbells stacked up near the gate, abandoned ......Read the rest...

...The ground opens, The taking begins. Taking your flowers, Taking your tears, Taking my soul. Into the hole goes two, Grasping at roots. Soul wearing wings, Heartbeats replaced by shovel swing......Read the rest...

...Freely Asked And Wholly Answered In Each Others Touch. This As Much As More And Never Less Than All. Strange And Wondrous Beauty Thou Art Rare To Thus Descend Upon Me Now As I, Stand Thus......Read the rest...

... Sour ground ... burial lots, where the worms defile Tear moistened dirt hardened by fretting hearts, fearful of the pulse pendulum clock Time moves mournfully on a crooked drop, six......Read the rest...

...You go home dead tired at the end of a thankless day. Everyone is thanked except you. No one gives you a blink. Or a nod or a think at all. You are a gravedigger. People run from you as if you ar......Read the rest...

...Welcome to the land Where masters become slaves Where shovels speak in tongues And souls are often sold Welcome to the part where your curse will unfold Eternally devoured by worms made of mould......Read the rest...

...With measured shovelsful of sod The old man slowly labors, Making sure as not to trod On nearby sleeping neighbors. One shovel deep and one pick wide, Graves neatly set in rows. Perfection so......Read the rest...

...Lost warrior There is a grave where my heart was once in peace. It has been used and consumed, taken piece by piece. Now the hands that want to take my only happiness, Reach into the black ho......Read the rest...

...From the first breath 'till my death I've played the role of happy clown first- wearing the newborn silly hat plastic phone placed in my hands parents cooing at my first "smile" knowing all alo......Read the rest...